When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.

It is the gift of heaven and not of reason.

Violence is just, where kindness is vain.

He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.

I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.

An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past

How sweet to die after one's enemies.